Sitting alone on my lowly pot
Most of my roots coming to rot
I, once a lush plant, in full bloom
Now waiting for my incoming doom
With me in this desolate place
Silent as the night's moon ablaze
Rocks that are chipped with algae growing in valor.
Which my once healthy roots anchor
The season changes, like a wonder
Fall, Winter, Spring and Summer
Time has passed for me in a blink
I served my master well, I think
I grew leaves and bloom my flower
Looking pleasant to my grower
When the time has come to wither
Never thought the leaves will still linger
I bore shoots and helped them cope
They didn't flower, but there was hope
It took time and like me they grow old
Another shoot they were to unfold
Now the pot looks too crowded
For us to survive we have to be divided
From our sanctuary we were uprooted
To my surprise, I alone was separated
My master put me in a new container
Placed with the last pot's remaider
Cold and alone am I now
To thrive here I cannot vow
Months had come and go
And to my biggest surprise, what I saw
Another shoot was born underneath
It sprouted from my last leaf sheath
But this time, as the new shoot progress
My own body seems to be in distress
My once plump body began to shrivel
The mystery of my depart I finally unravel
To grow this budding little green
My own life it will redeeem
The story of the backbulb I cannot disguise
Another life will be my demise
